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৲ Best new ⪈ Brigands M.C. (CHERUB Book 11) ᛪ By Robert Mucha Ⓒ

৲ Best new  ⪈ Brigands M.C. (CHERUB Book 11)  ᛪ By Robert Mucha Ⓒ ৲ Best new ⪈ Brigands M.C. (CHERUB Book 11) ᛪ By Robert Mucha Ⓒ Robert Mucha was born in London in 1972 and used to work as a private investigator CHERUB is his first series and is published in than twenty countries For on the series, check out CherubCampus.com USA.Brigands M.C CHAPTER 1 PATCHES The Brigands Motorcycle Club began in California in 1966, founded by an armed robber named Kurt Oxford There were dozens of clubs just like it mean dudes on big bikes, oozing menace and scaring regular citizens The Brigands werent the largest biker gang, nor the toughest or most notorious Many thought Kurt Oxfords death in a 1969 prison shooting would be their end But instead of breaking up or being absorbed by a larger clubpatched over in biker speakthe Brigands expanded As he cruised Los Angeles freeways on his Harley Davidson, Kurt Oxford never could have imagined that his motorcycle club would one day have seventy chapters spanning the United States, and a hundred from Sydney to Scandinavia In 1985, Brigands membership was estimated at than three thousand full patch members, and ten times that number of associates and hangers on Only a full patch member of the Brigands is entitled to wear the clubs colors an embroidered logo depicting a caped highwayman brandishing a sawn off shotgun Excerpt from Riding with Kurt and the Brigands by Jane Oxford Out of eleven British chapters, the South Devon Brigands ranked second only to London in power and seniority Their clubhouse was a creaky affair, converted out of a pair of barns on fifteen acres close to the wealthy enclave of Salcombe On a clear day the video cameras mounted around its corrugated metal fence could peer over the barbed wire at millionaires yachts moored in the marina below Dante Scott was eight years old, son of Scotty, the vice president of South Devon Brigands Dante was a tough kid whod swing at anyone who took the mickey out of his tangled red hair He liked hanging out with his dad at the Brigands clubhouse, which was usually on Wednesday and Friday nights when his mum drove to Plymouth for evening classes Bikers played pool, drank, smoked dope, swore, and didnt want kids under their feet Nobody ever cleaned the compound outside, and Dantes mum told him never to play out because of broken glass and jagged metal, but hed never been hurt, and his dad didnt mind if it kept him occupied Dante would get behind the wheel of a wrecked Ford and pretend to drive, or make a ramp with bits of rotting wood and send empty beer kegs crashing down the hill Mostly there were other kids around The ground was too sloped for football, so theyd play hide and seek or tag, which was most enjoyable in the dark with torches Best of all was when Teeth came and coached kids in the boxing ring None of the Brigands were exactly teddy bears, but Teeth looked scary even by their standards Huge and muscular, he wore sharp spurs on the backs of his boots and greasy jeans held up with a length of bike chain that could be ripped out and used to beat the shit out of anyone who messed with him Biker names were usually ironic Little George was the size of a house, Fats as thin as a rake, and Teeth had nothing but squishy gums and a couple of brown molars at the back Hed never say how he lost them Dante asked one time and Teeth just said, You should have seen the state of the other guy Teeth was a nightclub bouncer with a sideline in drug dealing, but he wanted to be a pro wrestler Sometimes hed get a few weeks work at a holiday camp in the summer, and hed wrestled on TV a couple of times, though he wasnt one of the big stars who got in the wrestling magazines stacked up in Dantes bedroom Teeth would take Dante and any other boys who were interested into the big room at the back of the main barn, which contained an ancient boxing ring with frayed ropes and a warped floor Hed taught Dante how to box properly, how to do karate kicks and headlocks and all kinds of other stuff that he wasnt supposed to tell his mum because his dad said shed go spare Every Brigand in the world has to attend a Wednesday night clubhouse meeting known as church Church night was Dantes favorite Wives and girlfriends of the chapters sixteen full patch members would make food and get drunk at the bar, while the men had their meeting in a little outbuilding known as the chapel There were always other kids around Joe was always there He was the son of the Fhrer, the chapter president Dante and Joe were in Year Four at the same school and they were good mates On this particular Wednesday the pair had stuffed themselves with chicken wings, cocktail sausages, oven chips, and cola before each getting a hard smack and a threat of worse to come, after dumping an older girl called Isobel into a puddle by the line of motorbikes out front After some loud belching to stop Joes geeky eleven year old brother, Martin, from concentrating on his book, the pair ended up wrestling each other and chasing around the outside of the boxing ring When they got breathless theyd run back to the bar and fuel up on cupcakes and Fanta This got repetitive after a while, so Dante and Joe were pleased when church ended and Teeth came out of the meeting room Most of the Brigands joined the women and club associates at the bar, but Teeth sauntered past the pool table and blinking fruit machine to stick his head between the elasticized ropes of the boxing ring and give the two eight year olds high fives Hows my little champions Teeth asked, as he cracked a big gummy grin His lips curled into his mouth and he couldnt sound Ss and Ts properly, but nobody was ever going to take the piss The two eight year olds were covered with grime and dust off the floor of the ring They had bright red faces and glistening brows You gonna show us a new move Joe asked, panting as he sat down with his legs swinging over the side of the ring Kickboxing drills, Teeth said seriously Both boys groaned Thats so boring, Dante complained Show us something cool, like that secret move you told us about where you hit the guy in the back of the head and his eyeballs shoot out of their sockets Youre too young, Teeth said cheerfully Fancy moves do not a good fighter make As Teeth spoke, he pulled off his boots and hung his leather Brigands jacket on the rings corner post Tell you what, he said, as he jumped into the ring, with holey socks and a giant foam sparring pad over his right hand Show me some decent kicks and punches Then I might just show you a good way to dislocate someones shoulder Dante, youre up first Over the next quarter hour Teeth worked up a sweat as the two boys chased him around the ring, punching and kicking his sparring mitt A couple of older girls also came in, and while Dante and Joe leaned against the ropes watching, Teeth showed the girls a devious thumb lock that could be used on any boy whose hands wandered into places they shouldnt I dont know why you bother, Sandra, Dante chirped Youre so ugly no boys gonna come near you anyway Sandra was thirteen, with her hair scraped back tight and a mouth like a foghorn I dare you to come down out of that ring and say that, she yelled Ill rip your bloody little head off My cousin reckons youve already slept with half the boys in Year Ten, Joe added Oh does she indeed Sandra said, placing her hands on her hips Like she can talk after everything she got up to with Teeth interrupted Now, now, children Play nicely If youre gonna start shrieking and whining Im off to the bar to get drunk Dante blew Sandra a cheeky kiss as Joe turned back into the ring and picked up the sparring mitt You wanna put on your gloves and spar some Joe asked Too knackered, Dante puffed, as he glanced at the clock on the wall behind the ring Lets get a drink As the boys jumped out of the ring, their dadsthe Fhrer and Scottycame into the room The two men had been holed up in the club office for than an hour after church finished Scotty was a big man, thirty four years old, square jaw, rugged looking, and with the same tangled red hair as his son The Fhrer was twenty years older Short and squat, with a titchy Hitler mustache and his arms fully inked with tattoos His bald head and fat belly meant that Dante could never look at him without being reminded of a bowling pin Is Martin in here the Fhrer barked, so angry that all the tendons in his neck stuck out Then he turned to Teeth Has my boy Martin spoken to you Teeth shook his head Dante thought it was weird because Martin was the last kid on earth whod jump into a boxing ring I told him to speak to you, the Fhrer said, before steaming off to the other room Joe grinned at Dante and whispered cheerfully, My geeky brothers about to get his butt kicked Before Joe could explain, the Fhrer was back, dragging eleven year old Martin by his white school shirt What did I tell you, brat the Fhrer shouted Sandra and the other teenage girl backed off as Martin got bundled against the wall Talk to Teeth, Martin replied sheepishly I forgot And what did you do the Fhrer yelled as he ripped the book out of his sons hand Harry Potter he snorted You spend the night reading some book about dragons and tomorrow youll go back to school and get your arse kicked again Whats the matter with you Screw you, Martin shouted defiantly Fighting never solved anything There was a sharp crack as the Fhrer slapped his sons face He turned towards Teeth and Scotty and began an explanation Yesterday I caught this little bag of bones in the kitchen, crying to his mommy Saying that some kids picking on him at school Can you imagine that My son, the school punchbag So I brought him down here tonight and told him to get Teeth to show him some moves So what does he do Joe seemed to enjoy watching his big brother getting whacked and couldnt resist stirring it He cant help it, Dad, Joe blurted Hes a natural born geekburger Teeth spoke sympathetically Its not hard you know, Martin Four or five sessions will teach you enough to stick up for yourself Ill be happy to meet you up here a few afternoons after school and help you out I dont want to learn to fight, Martin said angrily Ill deal with this my way Whats your way the Fhrer roared Cry to Mommy Pay off the bully with a bag of sweeties Im a pacifist, Martin said, as he scowled at his dad Im not like you, Dad I dont want to pick up an iron bar and break a guys back, like with that dude you put in a wheelchair The Fhrer wrenched Martin forwards before thumping him against the wall again Youll be in a wheelchair if you dont get up in that ring And the next time I see you reading Ill shove the damned book up your arse Martin got hitched off the ground and thrust violently between the ropes around the ring He moaned as his hip slammed down on the planks People had heard the ruckus and were filtering through from the bar to see why the Fhrer was yelling One step out of that ring and Ill break your skinny neck, the Fhrer warned Martin clutched his painful hip as he staggered towards the far side of the ring, but he wasnt trying to escape Hed eyed Teeths Brigands M.C jacket hooked over the corner post and when he got there he picked it up by the collar and spat on the patch Dantes jaw dropped A bikers patch is a sacred object It wasnt unknown for people to get a beating for accidentally brushing up against a patch in a crowded bar If any adult had spat on Teeths patch in a Brigands clubhouse, theyd be unlikely to make it out alive Thats what I think of your stupid ass motorcycle club, Martin shouted defiantly, as he spat again and then gave his dad the finger You little bastard, the Fhrer snarled as he grabbed the top rope and started clambering up into the ring Oh you big brave man, Martin shouted back Let all your cronies cheer while you beat up your eleven year old son Joe didnt like his brother much, but he didnt want to watch him die either Martin, shut your stupid mouth, he begged Dads gonna kill you Screw you as well, Martin yelled back You just copy everything Dad does More people were coming into the back room from the bar Outrage flashed through the gathering as everyone found out that Martin had spat on Teeths patch The Fhrer had a vile temper, and Teeth didnt want his president doing something to Martin hed regret later So he grabbed him around the waist and pulled him down off the ropes Teeth was twice the size of the Fhrer, but he struggled to keep hold Scotty and another biker waded in to help Hes a kid acting out, boss, Scotty said Calm down I know you dont really want to hurt him Thats not my son, the Fhrer screamed as he pointed at Martin When I get my hands on you Im gonna smash every bone in your body Teeth wasnt happy that some kid had spat on his patch He reckoned Martin deserved a slap, but he didnt want to see him get stomped by a grown man Its my patch to defend, Teeth said as the Fhrer finally settled down enough for the three bikers to let him go But Im not fighting a little kid and neither are you He cant get away with that, the Fhrer answered Hes old enough to know what the patch means to us Someone his own size, Teeth said, before looking down at Dante Hey Dante, you wanna defend the clubs honor Dante had sloped off to the corner of the room with Joe and was startled to find everyone looking his way Eh he gawped Teeth ducked down beside Dante and spoke in a whisper Martins a head taller than you, but hes skin and bones You can take him easy Will you get up there and fight for the honor of my Brigands patch Dante didnt know how to answer Teeth was one of his favorite grown ups and hed normally do anything Teeth asked, but it wasnt exactly normal for an adult to ask you to jump into a ring and beat up another kid Dantes dad, Scotty, crouched down opposite Teeth Weve got to do something to satisfy the Fhrer, Scotty explained in a whisper You know what his tempers like If we let him deal with Martin, the boys gonna end up in hospital with his skull caved in Dante looked warily at Teeth So you want me to go easy on him Teeth shook his head The little prick spat on my patch He deserves some pain I just dont want the Fhrer killing him Dante looked left and right at the two men he admired most in the world OK, Ill fight him Ever since his outburst, Martin had hung back at the far side of the ring looking increasingly scared Hed seen his dad dragged off the ropes, but had no idea what was coming next until Teeth dinged the bell at ringside By this time there were nearly forty people in the room Ladies and gentlemen, Teeth shouted Following the desecration of my beloved Brigands patch by the skinny young chap now cowering on the far side of the ring, Im pleased to say that cool heads have prevailed The honor of defending the Brigands Motorcycle Club will be taken up by someone his own size Namely, young Dante Scott Most of the crowd was drunk and cheered noisily as Teeth lifted Dante into the ring and his dad led a chant in his name The ring felt huge and its height gave a strange sense of isolation Kill the geek, Dante, Sandra shouted Smash his brains out Put your fists up, Martin, Joe shouted Stop being a pussy Everyone was yelling something, except poor Martin, who stood on the far side of the ring with his arms at his side Dantes brain ran at full pelt Two things occurred to him First, he wasnt wearing gloves, gumshield, or any other safety equipment, and nobody had laid out any rules Second, he thought about school and how his teacher made kids shake hands and sit together for the whole of the following lesson if they got in a fight Dante felt like he lived in two different worlds The world of his mum and his teachers, where you werent supposed to swear or fight and always had to be nice to everyone Then there was the Brigands world, where men sold drugs, stabbed snitches, got drunk, stole cars, and found it perfectly acceptable to stick you in a boxing ring and tell you to beat the crap out of another kid whod spat on a jacket Stop stalling, Dante, the Fhrer shouted Wipe the floor with the skinny prick Dante stepped away from the ropes and saw Martin backing into the opposite corner of the ring Getting cornered is the worst thing a boxer can do, but Martin had never boxed in his life and held his arms crossed meekly in front his face Dante closed fast and threw a punch He was surprised by how swiftly Martin dodged and he thoughtalmost hopedthat the fight would be even than everyone assumed He followed up with a karate kick and his trainer sank deep into Martins undefended stomach The crowd shouted wildly as Martin stumbled sideways With everyone cheering him on, Dante got a taste of bloodlust as the older boy hit the ropes and bounced back towards him He pounded Martins face and stomach before an especially satisfying blow hit the squishy part of Martins nose Blood spurted up Dantes arm and across the front of his T shirt as Martins legs gave out The crowd was going insane and Dante felt wonderful and terrible at the same time At the front of the crowd, Sandra was jumping up and down and screeching, Kill him, kill him Scramble his brains The amount of blood was shocking, but all the cheering made Dante feel like he was king of the world Martin was sobbing and clearly had no intention of getting up, despite a few unsympathetic souls telling him to be a man and find his feet Teeth symbolically held his Brigands jacket aloft and rang the bell at ringside Honor restored, he shouted, before looking at the Fhrer Are you happy with that, boss The room went quiet as the Fhrer considered his reply My boy got what he deserved, he nodded Ill settle for that Teeth looked relieved as he stepped into the ring Could someone get me some ice for Martins nose, please As Dante ducked between the ropes to leave the ring he found the Fhrer standing right in front of him Sweet faced little bulldog, the Fhrer beamed, as he gave Dante a quick hug and slipped a ten pound note into his palm You gonna wear a Brigands patch one day Sure, Dante said, as the other Brigands gathered around, saying stuff like you saved the clubs honor and taking it in turns to shake his hand Two meters behind, Teeth had Martin sitting up The boys nose dripped blood onto the wooden boards As Teeth held a handkerchief over a split lip, Martin kept saying thank you because he knew hed have come off far worse if his father had done the beating Joe chased his friend as Dante walked away from the ring, looking at the clotting blood spattered up his arm as he crossed into the deserted bar You were lethal, Joe said enthusiastically When my brothers nose burst Oh man, I wish Id been allowed to do that Dante kept walking silently, until he was out in the night air facing a line of bikes You OK Joe asked uncertainly He didnt even hit you, did he And you got a tenner off my dad Just shut up a minute, Dante said as he tried getting his head straight He felt really confused, and if Joe hadnt been standing there, he probably would have started crying. 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    • Brigands M.C. (CHERUB Book 11)
    • 1.2
    • 38
    • Hardcover
    • 417 pages
    • Robert Mucha
    • English
    • 05 February 2016

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